And as I roared against it, a hand gently raised my bucking hips higher into the air and the pillow was pulled away from my head, folded tightly and s...oved under my ass as my hips were pushed back further so that my knees took position where the pillow had been. And all I could do with my ass and cunt elevated and exposed as they were was keep trying to fuck at the finger now pulling out of me.Not completely out. Just to the first knuckle, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't get more. Then it. She was breathing heavy but managed to say fuck yes.I stepped back to the chair I had been in before and sat down.She stood up in front of me, I motioned for her to sit on my cock.She bent down, pulled my pants down further, then threw a leg over straddling me.She held my cock guiding it into her tight pussy.When got the head inside her tight pussy she moaned out oh fuck there it is.She leaned forward in the chair grabbing the the back of the chair,smashing her tits into my face.I grabbed her. I need to change my sheets -- among other things."She laughed softly and turned on the lamp sitting on my dresser. "Wash off and change, while I strip the bed."When I came back, in my dry panties and tee-shirt, we made the bed and I noticed for the first time that she had a bowl of chocolate ice cream topped off with fresh peaches. She had been up getting a snack."Want a bite?" she offered, as she propped herself at the head of the bed; pillows supporting her back.I took one of the slices of. Even now she was wondering how she was going to cope with twelve strokes as her one and only previous caning was six strokes.Miss Wilson knew that Emma was struggling with each of the cane strokes but she was deliberately making them really firm, not just to teach a naughty student a lesson, but because this particular naughty student was blackmailing her girlfriend, the headmistress. So, as she landed the fourth stroke and watched the red wheal develop so she continued to be intent to teach.